Holiday passions - part II.

You know the beach makes a girl horny, suns out, tits out, and suddenly everybody's looking at your ass bouncing out of a string bikini. I spotted her straddling a blow-up swan while her friend straddled her face, right there in the open. Slick with sunscreen, moving like they didn't care who saw—figures the lifeguard wouldn't either. He came down from the tower stiff in his red trunks, told them this section was closed for private swim, and proved it. Pulled the bottom bikini string clean off, knelt, sank his tongue between smooth thighs and licked like he's scoring oxygen for both of them. They rotated quick—lay one girl on her stomach in the warm sand, parted her cheeks, ate her ass like it was dessert and drove her into the towel until she could barely say yes. He stood, didn’t mess around, lubed with sunscreen from her own bottle. Spat on his palm for good measure, lined up, and sank the thick head past that tight ring. Middle of the day. Out where anyone on the pier could clock him pumping into her, her back arched, her friend holding both cheeks wide. Then turned and took the other girl the same way, bigger stretch, harder moans. He slapped her hips every time she clutched. Came in tight spurts that made the second girl lick everything that spilled out so the lifeguard could keep going and never pull out dry. Two sun-browned asses, gaping under the lifeguard chair, three people spent and laughing before anybody even offered shade.